Quarantine Poem by jim hogg

I saw you at a dinner dance
In nineteen fifty eight
A colour shot of you alone,
You looked quite self contained

And fifteen years or more would pass
Before some snapper caught
You sitting in the sunshine once,
Down by the boatshed wall

An older woman and yourself
Both carefree for the lens
Except a trace of wariness
Of truths that pictures tell

I have no knowledge of your heart
Or how you would evade
The expectations of your time
But hope you found a way

To simply be just who you were
From time to time behind
The subtle walls you must have built
To live some kind of life.

03 03 20